"Little bastard, how dare you use me to hone your sword techniques? You've truly grown tired of living! Today, I'll let you witness the true might of a Xiantian Realm expert and teach you what it means not to be trifled with!" Wei Ming azure roared, his voice echoing through the mountains like a clap of thunder.
Holding the Blood-Drinking Saber, he stood suspended in mid-air, the aura around him erupting like a volcano. The surrounding trees swayed violently under a sudden gust of wind, their leaves rustling as if cheering on his might. A heavy, suffocating pressure, thick as an impending mountain storm, bore down directly upon Ning Yan.
Seeing this, Ning Yan cursed inwardly; the old man was clearly about to go all out. Not about to stand there stupidly and wait for a beating, he immediately shouted in mockery, "Old man, for all your years of cultivation, you still can't beat me. And you have the nerve to stand there striking poses—who do you think you're trying to scare? If I were you, I would have thrown down my saber, surrendered, and kowtowed to apologize long ago!"
Chapter 389